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About New York City

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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They then advised me that they had to escort me off the premises. I told them I had a room and needed to collect my belongings first as well as.

I always get a giggle when I accidentally drop my keys near the old theater, The Echo, where local bands play weird tunes. I nearly missed a secret meet-up of local artists discussing sexy art, ya know, flirtation and inward expressions. It feels like, “Dreams feel real while we are in them!”

Svpok Tek – My Granddaughter